Long-time contributor Jeffery Van den engh explores the chafed nipple of commercialism that is Wal-mart. And he finds that it really stinks.
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Pull out “this fat little poem with acne and crooked teeth” when “the men and women have broken into herds / a cocktail party taboo, an unmitigated disaster / as the men shot gun cans of beer in the garage / laughing, roughhousing, a raw, greasy, bond between them / with no girls allowed pinned […]
man seeking an aphorism — a catchy little chestnut to widen some eyes to giggle in the folds of a dress, a phrase that admits defeat and cringes at sympathy. a subject line that says i am part of it now, i am the goat eating from my own salty palm — the old lump […]
i want a cat who can play the drums all day long the cat’s up in his room playing the drums perfecting his craft, or better yet a cat that can waterski when the gang’s all here on a long summer dock admiring my waterskiing cat. i want my cat to make it big broadway, […]
all joking aside, it was me, i ate the last piece of carrot cake, stop yelling, i ate the one piece you saved in a plastic container, a special container— airtight and safe, an incubator for cake. the metaphor was weak at best.
if desire had the alchemy to fatten me like a whale to tamper with my bones to round them out for better dynamics in water to equip me with a proper blow hole. i would i swear i would belly up on a beach in Taipei to kiss you with my whale like tongue.
what does it mean to you. only bip bip bip until we give it meaning. until we socialize it. to carve it on desks and trees. to you it is perhaps the language of the cursor on your blank computer screen going bip bip bip to itself for hours like a madman madly tapping. or […]
hum hum. movie night again hum. morning. two eggs easy. toast. coffee. hum hum. the paper says hum and the kettle hum. and you in your flannel and me neck tied at work. the boss hums and carl from accounting and the new gal kathy and the photocopier hum hum hum. at home again you […]